World's Richest Man: I Leaped Across Time

We sat around the table, glasses clinking, people talking all around us.

"So," I said, turning to Jacob with a grin, "how's the shop? I heard you're expanding."

Jacob nodded, looking proud. "Yeah, we are. Just opened a spot in Tampa and got another one going in Jacksonville. It's small, but it's real. Feels a little crazy, to be honest."

Charlotte lifted her glass, laughing. "Look at you! What's next—Miami?"

Jacob chuckled. "Hey, maybe! People always need a good repair shop, right?"

"Especially one where the guy actually knows what he's doing," I said, winking. Jacob had always been the car guy back in high school—could fix anything.

Lucy leaned in, laughing. "He practically lives at those shops now. But it's worth it!"

"Proud of you, man," I said, giving him a nudge. "It's awesome to see."

We laughed, swapping stories about high school, those old days of trying to fix up cars ourselves. After a while, Charlotte glanced at me, a little excited.

"So," she said, "we're thinking about buying a yacht."

Jacob's eyes widened. "A yacht? Seriously?"

"Yep," Charlotte said, smiling. "And you guys are welcome to join us anytime."

Lucy raised her glass. "I can picture it now—us on a yacht, the ocean, nothing to do but relax."

Jacob nodded. "I'm in! Just say the word."

I glanced over Lucy, smirking a little. "I have to admit, Lucy," I said, "when you and Jacob got together, I never thought you'd be the one to push him into expand the business. I kind of thought you were... well, a bit frivolous?"

"Oh, I'm frivolous?" she said, crossing her arms with a fake, annoyed look. "Just because I like looking good and actually enjoy myself doesn't mean I don't work hard."

"Alright, fair enough. I'm just saying I never pictured you being all about Jacob's car shops. I mean, without you, I don't know what would become of him."

"Wow..." Jacob looked me in the eyes. "Thank you for believing in me... Jack." he said sarcasticaly.

Lucy looked at me. "You know, two years ago, I wouldn't have guessed where you would end up either... A billionaire, buying yachts... fucking crazy."

Jacob nudged her on the arm. "We are in a restaurant."

I shrugged, smirking. "I got lucky, I guess."

Just then, the mayor of Orlando happened to walk by. He was a tall guy with grey hair wearing a suit in a shade of blue. He spotted me and smiled, extending his hand.

"Mr. Somnus," he said, shaking my hand. "It's great to meet you. Let's connect sometime."

"Absolutely," I replied.

As he walked away, Jacob gave a low whistle. "Look at you."

Afterward, we walked down the dimly lit street to a nearby bar, the night still young and our spirits high. The bar was packed, neon lights casting a soft glow across the faces of patrons. We found a booth near the back, ordered some drinks, and reminisced about old times.

By the time we all said goodbye, we were in great spirits.

Eventually, though, the night wrapped up.

Jacob clapped me on the back with a grin. "Enjoy that yacht, Captain Somnus." Enjoy exclusive content from empire

As we entered the hotel room, I locked the door behind us, turning to face her. She took off my jacket and led me onto the bed.

Pushing me onto the plush material, she straddled me, her thighs spread wide apart, her soft sweater brushing against my chest.

I reached up, putting my hand on her back and pulling her closer.

She started grinding her hips against me as I slowly moved my hand under the hem of her sweater and onto her bare skin.

"We need to wake up early..." I muttered into her ear as my hands gently explored her body.

"I know," she whispered, her lips finding mine.

I could taste the alcohol on her breath.

Charlotte broke the kiss, sitting up. She unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them down her legs. She was wearing a pair of lacy black panties.

She leaned forward, her breasts pressing against my chest. I could feel her nipples harden through the fabric of her sweater, and I reached up, cupping her breasts in my hands.

"Ahh~" She moaned, throwing her head back.

I moved my hands down her body, exploring her curves and sliding them under her panties.

"You're so fucking wet," I murmured, my fingers exploring her pussy.

"I know," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I slid a finger inside her, feeling her tight walls wrap around it. I started moving my finger in and out, and she started grinding her hips against my hand.

I added another finger, fucking her harder and faster. She was moaning loudly now, her body shaking with pleasure.

"OHHHH GOD!!" Her moans grew louder, her body writhing with pleasure.

"Come for me, Charlotte," I said, my voice low and commanding.

And she did. She came hard, her pussy clenching around my fingers. I could feel her juices flowing out of her coating my hand.

When I looked at her face, I realized that she had fallen asleep; right there on my chest, she looked spent but satisfied.

I held her close, my hand still resting on her hip as I drifted off to sleep.

...

The next morning, she woke up wrapped in my arms, her head resting on my chest. I could feel her breath on my skin as she opened her eyes.

"Morning," I said, my voice husky with sleep.

She looked up at me. "Ymm... I have a headache."

"Told you not to drink so much."

"Yea..."

We started our day with a shower together, then we packed up and grabbed breakfast.

Then we hit the road to Fort Lauderdale to finally check out some yachts we'd been eyeing.

When we arrived at the docks, the place was busy as hell. Early risers moved around their boats, doing maintenance, while others strolled along, checking out yachts on display.

Lines of boats stretched down the docks, some smaller ones with polished white hulls, and others big enough to feel like full-blown floating mansions.

I called up the yacht company, and soon a young guy in a crisp uniform walked up, smiling as he greeted us. "Mr. Somnus, Ms. Charlotte, welcome. Ready to take a look?"

"Absolutely," I replied, and he led us over to one of the larger yachts in the lineup.

The yacht was a sight to see—big, with sleek lines and polished metal accents.

It looked like a mix of power and luxury, with a classic feel but modern touches that made it stand out.We stepped on board, and the space just opened up.

There were multiple rooms, big enough for sleeping comfortably, with this cozy but high-end vibe. The main deck had a large lounge area with soft seating that made you just want to sit back, a mini kitchen, and a bar.

Charlotte's eyes were practically sparkling as she walked through each room.

"And this beauty is priced at around twenty million," the guy mentioned casually, as if it were nothing.

Charlotte turned to me, her smile wide. "I can already see us having parties here. And I bet our friends would love it too. Valentina mentioned to me once that she always wanted to cruise on a private yacht."

"Valentina? Is that the girl that was rude after that one party?"

"Oh, come on. She wasn't rude, just protective."

"Sure, sure. But yeah, it's a great yacht. I'm thinking we might need a captain, but otherwise, it feels perfect."

It was easy to imagine weekends out on the water, or just taking off whenever we felt like it, with our friends joining for a ride now and then. The idea of owning a piece of freedom on the water felt right.

I turned to the yacht rep, nodding decisively. "Alright," I said, feeling a rush of excitement. "I'll purchase this vessel."

His face lit up, clearly thrilled with the sale. "Fantastic, sir. We'll get all the paperwork going. And if you're interested, we offer captain services as well."

"Perfect," I replied. "Sign us up for that, too."

Charlotte gave me a grin, practically glowing.

In an hour or two, we sealed the deal.

...

Fast forward to Monday, April 5th. We imagined all the ways we'd use the yacht, but now, back at work, I shifted my focus.

The Forex market was open.

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[PROFIT/LOSS DETAILS]

[USD/RUB SHORT]

Opening Exchange Rate: 37.49 RUB

Current Exchange Rate: 27.11 RUB

Exposure: $4,500,000,000

Profit/Loss: +RUB46,710,000,000 (+$1,722,980,450)

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Together with the profits that Immortal Investments brings in with their position, we're up almost 3 billion dollars.

The ruble's strength had surged just as expected, making it even stronger than it was before the war began.

The best move now was to start closing out positions to lock in the gains.